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The Author can be contacted at philipparees7(at)gmail(dot)com

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  1. Dear Philippa,

    I never forget a kind word or connection.

    You left a comment somewhere I was serializing Pride’s Children: PURGATORY, and it’s one of the ones I read in the dark nights:

    “Submitted on 2013/11/25 at 3:20 PM
    Thank you for visiting Involution-odyssey. My return visit had me entrapped in Prides Children and I haven’t GOT TIME, but maybe just a little more…supper time… must go…one more section… but just wanted to say its VERY GOOD, and what an ironic and sharp eye you have for le mot juste, and the silence pregnant. Very enjoyable, no sign of the damaged mind but I resonate strongly with your main character’s memory lapses and undefined connections of perfect lucidity once connected for the more lumpen Elise! I have not yet reached her TV appearance but it beckons.”

    PURGATORY is finished – published 2015, after 15 years; NETHERWORLD is finished – published 2022; LIMBO is under construction (and I hope to be faster!).

    IF you even remember, or have any fond memories and would like to know what happened, let me know – I’d be happy to send epubs of each – no obligation of any kind. They’ve turned out well; PURGATORY was named 2021 Best Contemporary novel by Indies Today, and NETHERWORLD was just named a Finalist for their 2022 Awards.

    I couldn’t tell from your site whether you are still active, or posting – things change in that many years. One of the downsides of me being so slow, but ME/CFS is no more solved now than it was back then, I continue to work despite it, and we now, possibly, have some hope that the long covid research might help people with other post-viral illnesses, if they ever come up with treatments or cure. There are a lot of new ill people who would have been diagnosed with what I have – if they hadn’t all had this new virus.

    One of my little shots into the universe – you would appreciate that.

    Alicia

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